After going to Barnes and Noble last night, I bumped into him again, sipping tea. We had a long conversation, chiefly about Sin, Miracles, and Mary Magdeline. Enjoy.

I’m putting it in lordstrange‘s journal. It is better suited there. And remember, this really did happen. Jesus really did knock on my door and we really did talk for hours. It’s a miracle because only a few minutes passed, although we talked for hours. It then took me about an hour to write it…

I’m writing a gospel. THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO ME: A Private Conversation with The Lord And if people don’t believe me, fuck them. People send TV evangelists billions of dollars because they claim to talk to God. People travel thousands of miles a year to get healed by assholes who say they talk to God.…

(for amanofhats on his daughter’s birthday; lordstrange will have something for her soon.)  Sir, You finally did it. You finally put a stake through America’s heart. You bullied the Congress into signing a law that made torture legal in the eyes of American courts. Unhappy with those “activist judges,” you brought into existence a law that allows…

For those of you who have not seen it, Unka Georgie gives us a revised list of the famous ten. Enjoy.

ptevis, on his brilliant Have Games Will Travel internet radio show, has an actual play review of Wilderness of Mirrors. He says nice things about me and my game. Go listen to it.

lordstrange writes about my experience last night. I am still shaken. Not ready to finish the second half. I will later. But for now, Part 1. (I have made this entry “friends only,” so if you aren’t Lord Strange’s friend, you won’t be able to see it. Just ask him. He’ll probably add you.)

The quote is from Ann Herbert. More on the Mason stuff later today. But for now, because gave it to me, I now give it you. Pass it on. All Hail Discordia.

I am very tired and a little drunk. Forgive me. At the opening of each Lodge, the Book of Law is also opened. Usually to a random page. When I was initiated as an apprentice, the book was opened to the very first page of Job. A trial. An ordeal. A long road up. The…

… I will be raised to the degree of Master Mason. Also, after a long talk, I stumbled on this little song on an old mix CD. It sang to me. What makes me think I could start clean slated? The hardest to learn was the least complicated.